Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Clint paused, damn him and looked up at me from between my shamelessly parted thighs. “You can’t what?”
“Please don’t stop,” I gasped. “Oh, please, I’m so close.”
He chuckled, his hot breath bathing my flesh. “I know what you need,” he claimed, the cocky bastard. And he was right. He knew exactly what I needed.
“Why is it like this with you? It’s… intense. I swear, I’ve never felt like this before.”
He growled. Actually growled then softened it with a melty look. “Sugar.” Then he got to work, sucking hard on my clit as he inserted two fingers in my channel, curling them up to hit my g-spot. As an Ob/Gyn nurse, I knew the workings of the female anatomy very well. But it seemed Clint’s knowledge blew mine to bits because when he found my back pucker with his thumb, I left the stratosphere orgasming so hard. My belly jumped, inner walls sucked on his fingers, anus pulled in and the stable spun in circles as I turned inside out.
It was possible my scream had scared Starshine. The intensity of it sure scared me. I’d never had anyone touch my ass before during sex. Well, ever. I was going to have to change my thoughts about that because holy hell, that had pushed me over the edge.
I didn’t know how much time passed before my vision cleared and I became aware of my surroundings again. The stable. My panting breath. Clint’s satisfied smirk as he slid his fingers out and licked them, one after the other as if he was getting the last bits of a tasty treat. His mouth and chin were glistening. Oh my god, I was all over him. I should have been mortified, but I was too well pleasured to give a shit. My horniness was soothed, for the moment.
“I’m gonna be hard all fucking evening thinking about that.” He reached down and adjusted himself. I looked, saw how big he was pressed against his zipper. He was a big cowboy… all over.
“Sorry,” I said automatically, biting my lip.
He shook his head. “Don’t you dare apologize. You have needs, sugar, and it’s my job to take care of them.”
“I’m not usually this… horny.”
He grinned. “You won’t hear me complaining. Watching you come is a fucking gift.” He pulled my jeans back up and zipped and buttoned me in them, making me feel cherished as hell. Making me think what a great dad he would make. “I’ll take care of you again when we get in bed later, naked.”
His phone rang, and he pulled it from his coat pocket. “It’s Rob, I need to take this, okay?” He held up a finger and paced away. “Yeah. Actually, I’m in the stable with Becky. Yes, Audrey’s friend. Yes. Yes. Okay.” He glanced over at me. “That should work. Hang on.” He pulled the phone from his ear and looked at me. “Audrey and Marina are at the main house with Willow, Rob’s wife, for a ladies’ happy hour if you want to join them. I need to stop in and talk to Rob for a bit. Would that work, sugar?”
Wow. A man who asked what I wanted to do before making plans. It shouldn’t seem novel, but it was. Clint was considerate. And yes, girl time sounded fabulous. Audrey was my BFF, and I knew Marina, but hadn’t met Willow yet. If she could tame moody Rob, then I knew I was going to like her.
“That sounds fun.” I hopped down from the hay bale.
Clint stepped close and pulled a piece of straw from my hair. “I like seeing you all mussed and know I got you that way. I’m not sharing it with others though.” He leaned down, kissed my forehead. “You’re all mine.”
14
CLINT
“What’s up?” I followed Rob into his office, shutting out the laughter and chatter of the women in the great room.
While Audrey, Marina and Willow were surprised to see Becky with me, they’d embraced her with open arms, literally, then shooed me and Rob out to catch up. Becky seemed happy, so it was easy for me to leave her. I was totally whipped since she was just down the fucking hall. But, I was here at my alpha’s request, and now I had to focus on whatever he had to say.
“You tell me.” Rob leaned a hip against his desk and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ve claimed her.”
“I have.”
“You’ve been back in town, what, four days? You move fast.”
“As if you’re one to talk.” I tapped my finger on my chin. “If I remember correctly, you got one whiff of Willow and slammed a door in my face.”
The corner of Rob’s mouth turned up, which for him, was a wide grin.
“She’s pregnant,” I said.
A dark brow went up, his only sign of surprise. “Four days. You’ve been back four fucking days. How do you know she’s—”